"I'm lookin'." Now that he can see properly again anyway. "Looks to me like you just fucked up a days work for few paid lackey's and chased anyone who hears about this into hiding."

He hits that vodka again, raising the bottle so the bottom of it comes precariously close to the nose of this man's cowl and shrugging uncooperatively at the question.

"You sound like you got me all figured out, bub. Why would you need any more information from the likes of me. Now. You wanna get outta my way or pass me my shirt?"